Planting faith

This morning, on my jog, I was struck suddenly by the smell in the air: it smelled like spring.   I’m not entirely sure I could analyze the components of this particular scent — I think pink jasmine and freesia were in there somewhere — but it was heavenly.  And as I jogged past yards with tulips and calla lilies in bloom, I realized how hungry I am for this season, for its sunlight and sudden warmth.

My latest column, Planting Faith, was inspired by these jogs, and by the flowers I’ve seen blooming around me these last few weeks.   Lately, some of the best spiritual insights come to me when I’m running.   Maybe that’s God’s way of making sure I exercise more.

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